The Queen Of Timbroch - Part I

In the eastern land of Verenia was a forest so thick that even the havens could not see beneath the trees. Talking trees and walking trees roamed and filled that forest and in that forest lived a race of creatures that had descended upon the lands ever since the first age. With height twice as tall as an average human and white pale skin. They have two legs and two eyes just as a human being and have two arms and five fingers on each hands. They are a lot like the humans, except they could live more than a thousand and five hundred years. Their pointy ears could catch even the noise of a buzzing bee from a mile away. Their incredible strength made them very capable of moving amongst the trees in a very high speed and their eyesight gives them the ability to see as clear as in the day while at night. They were known to humans as the Dwelvens. As humans, they were civilized and not without order. Not many knew where they came from. Some say they grew off the trees, the god of earth. Some say they came from the seas. But only few of the most wise among the wise knew that they were the descendant of Goirre, the goddess of trees. They have the power to communicate with all the inhabitants of the forest. For many years they had ruled that forest. For the Humans, that forest was named the Thousand Trees. For the Dwelvens, that forest was knowned as Timbria.

Amongst the Dwelvens stands a ruler, the one who beholds order above all, the king. Upon his throne he rules his kingdom, and the kingdom he rules goes by the name of Timbroch. In his kingdom, tall buildings stand underneath the trees and some on the trees. No walls of any kind were built for defense, only the living trees were their only palisade. Druids and Nymphs living in the trees lived side by side with the Dwelvens peacefully. Most of the Dwelvens were hunters and others were farmers. In the center of Timbria lies a giant tree named as Eirit or also knowned as the Tree of Life. With that tree the forest lives. With that tree, the spirit of the forest lives on. Everything was peaceful at Timbria and Timbroch did not have any enemy nor threat but the Orcs from across the seas on the land of Vistar.

Ever since the beginning the Dwelvens and the Orcs had battled each other restlessly. Before Timbroch had conquered all of Timbria, Orcs roamed chaotically through the forest. Trees were chopped down for their personal needs, Druids and Nymphs were brutally slaughtered and butchered savagely, and Dwelvens were slaughtered without a cause. The Dwelvens were suffering tragically. Then a single Dwelven arose amongst the other Dwelvens to lead. Soon, an army was formed and with the help of the Druids and the Nymphs and the living trees, the savages were sent off retreating across the waters to Vistar. But that was not the last of the Orcs...